Goodbye folks - I'm off to pastures new. Its been fun!

There's a voice,
that keeps on calling me.
Down the road, is where I'll always be.
Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend.
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll wanna settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Down the road, that never seems to end,
where new adventure, lies just around the bend.
So if you wanna join me for a while,
just grab your hat, come travel light,
that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

There's a world, that's waiting to unfold,
a brand new tale, no one has ever told,
we've journey'd far but, you know it won't be long,
we're almost there and we've paid our fare, with the hobo song.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

So if you wanna join me for a while,
just grab your hat, come travel light,
that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow I'll find what I call home,
until tomorrow, you know I'm free to roam.


Hobo.

Dear Hobo where are you going?

Dear Tracy,
I am a hobo - can't stay in one place to long. There is lots of work to be done elsewhere. Wish everyone the best of luck - keep fighting the good fight against mercury.

your pretty smart for a pooch !! not to many pooches can type and spell , wishing you a good journey and many good adventures , hope all your amalgams are removed , don't know too many dentist that will work on pooch teeth .

Dear Hobo wish I was well enough to come with you. My grandma was a Romany GIpsy and have moved 22 times, so know the feeling. God be with you Tracy xxxxxx

Hope to see you again Hobo!!! Be safe.

Sandi
xoxo

Friends I'm touched. I'll leave you with:
My parting message

Goodbye Little 'H,
Though I never knew you at all,
You had the grace to hold your face,
Whlist those other doggies just crawled

Lonliness was tough,
The toughest role you ever played
Canada created a TV superstar
Of all you were the highest paid

Even when you died
Oh, the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Hobo was a dude

And it seems to me, you lived your life
Like a hobo in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did ...